Mahya Poursaleh “Door & window” |
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| My home, country, and my cottage, the old neighborhood of old houses of mud walls and wooden doors and windows memories of the old days. Behind the wooden closes doors, silenced voices to be heard is a gentle smiles and hearts that beat for each other and now this side of the paved streets and new buildings and only smoke traffic and the love of virtual smiles and no artifica. |